One would think that if you wore a red shirt, you’d look around the red shirt dorm in the starship, and at all your red shirt friends, and realize that there were a hell of a lot less of you than you started with. And then maybe you’d think “hey, it’s time for a new career!”.

I wanted to write something clever that demonstrated my knowledge of up-to-the-date pop culture, like “dude just found out that {insert popular television show character} just {sad plot twist}!!” But then I remembered that I’m horribly behind all the current happenings because of this smallish needy human thing I spawned about three months ago. And then I realized that the kiddo makes THIS EXACT FACE every time I have to change her clothes. Which is about three five times as many times as you’d think.*

And I just totally turned Robot a Day into a Mommyblog. Crap.

*parents-to-be: when people say that babies spit up, they mean A LOT. When I say A LOT, pretend that it’s in big flashing lights that are ten stories tall. THAT MUCH. YES, REALLY.

The main difference between this bot and So So Sleepy Bot is that this one has given up all hope of ever getting more than three hour’s rest at a time. And also probably shouldn’t operate any heavy machinery.